CSI:Miami: RT #5- In God We Trust-All Others Are Suspects

Re: CSI:Miami: RT #5- In God We Trust-All Others Are Suspect

Comin' To Your City

Outside PD

Calleigh: *walks over* Hey.

Speed: Hey.

Calleigh: So it looks like Trevor's going to be put away for a long time.

Speed: *nods*

Calleigh: You alright?

Speed: ...You know, the last actual conversation I had with her, she wanted me to go to work, and I wanted to stay.

Calleigh: You couldn't have known.

Speed: Maybe if I had been there wh-

Calleigh: Hey. This is not your fault, you know that.

Speed: I just wish I could have done more, or fought harder.

Calleigh: You did your job.

Speed: That's not good enough.

Calleigh: You wanted to kill him.

Speed: I wanted to make sure he never hurt another person.

Calleigh: He won't now.

Speed: Somehow...It just doesn't feel like justice.

Calleigh: It never does when it's someone you know. If we could get what we wanted, there would be more murdered people out there. *walks away*

Speed: *watches Calleigh leave* ...Well then maybe there should be. *walks away*

Hummerhome

JC: I WANNA LEAVE!

Carly: I WANT CHEEZ-ITS!

Anni: I NEED TO PEE!

Everyone: *looks at Anni*

Anni: What? I had five sodas on the way in.

Missy: Maybe you should have a little less pop, and a little more...Quiet time.

Anni: Did you just say 'pop'?

Missy: *rolls eyes* We're not going over this again.

Carole: So what are we doing for the next couple of hours?

Jess: MONOPOLY!

Anni: CHESS!

Carly: Chess?

Anni: ...Scrabble?

PD

Horatio: *signs papers* Alright, there we go.

Tripp: *grabs papers* Thanks H.

Horatio: Not a problem.

Speed: *walks over*

Horatio: Yes sir.

Speed: I'm not going with you.

Horatio: ...You're not?

Speed: No. I've got a daughter to take care of, and she's not going to go galavanting around Mexico.

Horatio: The Hummerhome is bullet proof, and no one's getting in.

Speed: I'd rather not have my entire family killed this week.

Horatio: Okay, I understand. I just thought you'd want to be there for when we take him down.

Speed: I wouldn't worry about it.

Horatio: *tilts head* You're not one to give up so easily.

Speed: Conflict of interests right?

Horatio: I suppose. You sure about this?

Speed: Yeah.

Horatio: Alright, I'll see you when I get back.

Speed: Looking forward to it.

Horatio: *walks away*

Speed: *dials phone* ...Yeah hey, you know Calleigh? Yeah you watched my daughter for a few hours...Yeah...Would you mind watching her for a few days? I'm going on a trip. Where? ....I was thinking Mexico.

TBC...........

 

Re: CSI:Miami: RT #5- In God We Trust-All Others Are Suspect

:devil:

I Walk These Streets, I Play For Keeps Cuz I Might Not Make It Back

Calleigh's neighbor's house

Speed: *kneels* Alright, I'm going to be gone for a few days.

Lori: Why?

Speed: I won't be gone long.

Lori: *frowns* Don't die.

Speed: I'll come back.

Lori: *angry sigh*

Speed: I promise.

Lori: I wanna go too.

Speed: You can't.

Lori: Why?

Speed: Because I said so.

Lori: *crosses arms*

Speed: You going to pout the entire time?

Lori: *nods*

Speed: Your face is going to stick that way.

Lori: No it won't.

Speed: Okay, fine.

Lori: *hugs Speed*

Speed: *closes eyes*

Lori: *hugs tighter*

Speed: *smirks* Alright, I have to go.

Lori: *lets go* Okay.

Speed: *kisses Lori on the cheek* Bye.

Lori: *waves*

Hummerhome

Horatio: Alright, how do we get to Mexico?

JC: Um...Drive down.

Delko: You can't drive down.

Calleigh: We're going to Mexico, not Cuba.

Horatio: So...West?

Calleigh: Yeah.

Carly: Anni, I think you've had enough soda.

Anni: It's either this or alcohol.

Carly: Why?

Anni: MY BEST FRIEND WAS KILLED BY THAT TWO TIMING PIECE OF SH-

Horatio: Hey.

Anni: -Izzle...

Horatio: Better.

Anni: Who here has booze.

Jess: Wow I thought you just said boobs.

Anni: If I had meant boobs, I would have said KAZONGAS.

Jess: How is that the equivalent to boobs?

Anni: You tell me.

Jess: You brought it up.

Anni: Uh, no YOU brought it up. You thought I said boobs, when I actually said Kozongas...Wait, or was it booze...

Carly: Have another soda.

Anni: Thank you.

TBC.........

 

Re: CSI:Miami: RT #5- In God We Trust-All Others Are Suspect

Random is what makes this thing prevail my dear Watson...I mean...Wyoming.... *lifts brow*

One Thousand Apologies

Hummerhome

Carly: This is stupid.

Anni: What?

Carly: It's not fun.

Anni: What's not fun?

Carly: This. It's just not the same without Katie.

Anni: So...Dress up like Katie and stuff your face with Cheez-its. Problem solved.

Carly: *walks away, slams door*

Anni: She's such a drama queen. SEE YOU'RE HALFWAY THERE!

Jess: *crying*

Anni: Oh what's wrong now?

Jess: SHE'S DEAD!

Anni: ...I know that.

Jess: I want to kill someone.

Carole: *backs up*

Jess: Not you, the bad guys.

Carole: Ah. *sits*

Jess: Man if I was Speed, I would have torn this Ramirez guy a new one.

Anni: Me too. Hey H, can we rip out his eyes?

Horatio: No.

Anni: Dang.

Jess: OH OH! I know, we can put a banana peel under his feet and PUSH him.

Anni: That's a lame idea.

Jess: No it's not. Bananas are an excellent source of potassium.

Anni: Maybe we should shove a bomb down his pants and watch him dance.

Jess: Oh I like that idea. Can we put fire crackers on the bomb?

Anni: YEAH! And then we'll let some squirrels loose on him, and then we can throw chicken fingers in his face and run like hell.

Everyone: *blank stare*

Anni: What? We're giving ideas so I'm sharing.

Jess: Oh lets shove peas down his butt crack!

Anni: NOW WE'RE GETTING SOMEWHERE!

Jess and Anni highfive

Carole: You guys are brutal.

Anni: Thank you.

Carole: It wasn't a compliment.

Anni: I SAID THANK YOU AND THAT'S THAT!

Carly: *walks back in* That's it. I want to catch this guy, and I don't want to do it with a badge by my side.

Anni: Why? The badge isn't going to weigh you down.

Carly: Let me off.

Horatio: What?

Carly: I'm...Going home.

Horatio: ....To Australia?

Carly: LET ME OFF THE BUS!

JC: IT'S A HUMMERHOME!

Hummerhome stops

Carly: Anyone who wants to come with me are welcome to.

Everyone: *stares at Carly*

Carly: ...I see. *leaves*

JC: We're just going to leave her?

Horatio: She won't get far.

JC: That's mean.

Horatio: Actually it's good because then we'll know where to pick her up when we're done.

Outside

Carly: *gets out cell phone*

Ducati

Speed: *stops, gets out cellphone* Yeah, it's Speed.

Carly: Where are you headed?

Speed: Nowhere.

Carly: Look, I'm not going to tell Horatio. I want to help.

Speed: ...What do you mean?

Carly: I want to kill the guy who killed Katie.

Speed: Horatio wouldn't want you to do that.

Carly: Yeah I can see how much you're obeying him too.

Speed: ...I'll come pick you up.

Carly: Great. You got a Hummer?

Speed: I don't want to be seen in a Hummer down there. I've got my bike.

Carly: ...You want me to ride on one of those things?

Speed: You won't fall off.

Carly: Alright fine.

Speed: Great, I'll be there in about fifteen minutes.

Carly: Thanks.

TBC.............

 

Re: CSI:Miami: RT #5- In God We Trust-All Others Are Suspect

:lol: I love those four way convos. - Except that's off-topic, so we'll stick with the RT conversations.

But yeah, I was thinking of sending more people, but it seemed right to send Carly for some reason.

This Fragile Breath

Highway, Gas station

Speed: *takes off helmet* You alright?

Carly: *gets off motorcycle* Uh...*staggers around* That was cool...

Speed: You need anything to eat?

Carly: Uh...What do they have at gas stations?

Speed: Chips, candy bars...Soda.

Carly: Well, a soda sounds good.

Speed: I'll get you one. *walks into gas station*

Carly: *looks around* Wow, dustville. Fun.

Guy: Hey, you look like you've travelled a long way.

Carly: Yeah.

Guy: Where you headed?

Carly: Mexico.

Guy: Runnin' from the law?

Carly: Not really.

Guy: *smiles* Of course not. You're too pretty to be runnin' from the law.

Carly: I'm not interested.

Guy: Whoa, she's feisty.

Carly: You mind backing up?

Guy: *walks closer* Yeah.

Carly: What do you want?

Guy: Why don't you come down to Texas with me baby and we'll have some fun.

Carly: Yeah? Does that include jail time?

Guy: Ooh, pretty AND kinky.

Carly: I'm sure your boyfriend thinks you're pretty too.

Guy: *laughs* And a personality. I hit the jackpot.

Carly: *frowns* Get lost.

Guy: *touches Carly's face*

Carly: I said GET LOST!

Guy: Pfft, fine. Damn Aussies. *turns around, bumps into Speed*

Speed: Good afternoon.

Guy: Who are you?

Speed: Were you bothering her?

Carly: No, Speed it's okay.

Guy: Yeah see? We were just talking.

Speed: Most people don't talk with their hands.

Guy: Maybe she likes it.

Carly: *lifts hand* Yeah I don't think so.

Guy: We were just having a conversation.

Speed: *looks down* That's a nice gun you have under your coat.

Guy: It's for protection.

Speed: Against what, tumbleweeds?

Guy: People like you.

Speed: Okay. Look, I haven't really been having the best week of my life so if you pull a gun on me, you'll lose a hand.

Guy: *frowns*

Speed: So get lost.

Guy: Fine. *walks away*

Speed: You okay?

Carly: I'm fine.

Speed: Alright let's get out of here.

Carly: ...Thanks.

Speed: *grabs helmet* We have to get down to Texas before sundown.

Carly: Yeah.

TBC............

 

Re: CSI:Miami: RT #5- In God We Trust-All Others Are Suspect

It seems our scruffy little guy is always there to save the day.

And you are SUCH a drama queen Katie, it's not even FUNNY. :lol: I kid, I kid.

Broken Heart Inside Of Me, That Just Will Not Heal

Motel, Texas, 10 pm

Carly: *sits on bed* Wow things sure get smaller and smaller once you get further down.

Speed: Sorry I couldn't get you a five star hotel. I'm on a budjeet.

Carly: No problem. I don't mind...Half of the great outdoors. Do the windows even have screens?

Speed: No.

Carly: Wonderful. What are y-..Are you cleaning your gun?

Speed: *looks up* ...Yeah.

Carly: You planning to use that thing?

Speed: It's why we're here.

Carly: I see. So you're really serious about this huh?

Speed: *cleaning gun*

Carly: Right. Okay. Um, I have a question.

Speed: Go for it.

Carly: There's only one bed.

Speed: That's not a question.

Carly: Alright well it's more of an observation.

Speed: So what's the problem?

Carly: You don't think having one bed is a problem?

Speed: Not if I sleep on the floor.

Carly: You're not sleeping on the floor.

Speed: Neither are you.

Carly: Fine. We'll do this in shifts. I'll get the bed for five hours, and then you get the bed for five hours.

Speed: You can have the bed. I won't be sleeping.

Carly: Why not?

Speed: I don't need to.

Carly: Yes you do.

Speed: *slams gun on table*

Carly: *jumps*

Speed: *sigh* ...No, I don't.

Carly: ...Alright.

Speed: I'm sorry.

Carly: It's okay.

Speed: I'm uh...I'm going to go take a shower.

Carly: Alright.

Speed: *stands, leaves*

Carly: ...*grabs magazine* Gun-Ho? ...Who sells these things?

Hummerhome

Jess: IT'S BUTTER!

Anni: IT'S NOT BUTTER.

Jess: Just because it says 'I can't believe it's not butter', doesn't make it NOT BUTTER!

Horatio: Okay, girls, can we calm down?

Anni: H, it's not butter.

Horatio: I don't care what it is. Put it back in the fridge.

Delko: Do we have margarine?

Calleigh: Don't start that.

Delko: I was just saying.

Calleigh: *sigh*

Motel Room, half hour later

Speed: *walks out* What are you reading?

Carly: Gun-Ho.

Speed: ...Exciting.

Carly: No kidding. So did you have fun in the shower?

Speed: Oh yeah, it's the highlight of every day.

Carly: *laughs*

Speed: *sits in chair* You know, you don't have to do this if you don't want to.

Carly: What do you mean?

Speed: Ramirez. You don't have to do this.

Carly: I want to.

Speed: *nods* Alright, well don't let me change your mind.

Carly: You couldn't if you tried.

Speed: Evidently not.

Carly: Well, I'm going to go take a walk.

Speed: It's not safe out there.

Carly: *smirks* I'll be fine.

Speed: *stares at Carly*

Carly: Really.

Speed: Alright.

Carly: See you in a few. *leaves*

Speed: ...Yeah.

Hummerhome

Delko: IT'S MINE!

Anni: IT IS NOT YOURS!

Delko: I HAD IT FIRST!

Anni: YOU DID NOT YOU FAT COW!

Delko: ...Horatio she stole the last pickle.

Horatio: Anni...

Anni: *eats pickle*

Horatio: Oh well, too late.

Delko: That was mean.

Anni: *sticks tongue out*

Delko: Meany.

Anni: Fatso.

Delko: I am NOT fat.

Anni: I beg to differ. *pokes Eric*

Delko: Hey.

Anni: Ha. It jiggles. You are fat my friend.

Delko: *frowns* It's muscle.

Anni: Sure it is.

TBC..........

 

Re: CSI:Miami: RT #5- In God We Trust-All Others Are Suspect

She is quite hateful there...Oh well, she's grieving in her own way.

Thanks Trevor.

As for Speed and Carly...I have to seriously stop doing that. And by 'that' I mean...ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. *puts back on halo and writes the next chapter*

I've Been Everywhere, Still I'm Standing Tall

Motel Room, two hours later

Carly: *walks in*

Speed: *stands* Where were you?

Carly: ...Outside.

Speed: Are you alright?

Carly: I'm fine.

Speed: Are you sure? You've been gone two hours and five minutes.

Carly: You timed me?

Speed: But you're alright?

Carly: Yeah I'm fine. Will you stop freaking out?

Speed: *sigh* Sorry.

Carly: It's okay. Just...Calm down or something.

Speed: Yeah.

Carly: *sits in chair* Did you want to get some sleep?

Speed: No.

Carly: Tim, you're obviously tired.

Speed: No I'm not.

Carly: Sleep.

Speed: Why don't you sleep?

Carly: Okay, how about this. You get in bed right now, and get some sleep or I'll throw you in the bed myself.

Speed: ...Fine.

Carly: Thank you.

Speed: Just don't expect me to actually sleep.

Carly: As long as you're laying there with your eyes closed, I could care less.

Speed: Fair enough.

Hummerhome

Anni: Will you stop moving the blankets?

Jess: Sorry.

Anni: I wish there were more beds in this thing.

Jess: Well H got a smaller Hummerhome.

Anni: Okay Jess?

Jess: Yeah.

Anni: You can't put SMALL and HUMMERHOME in the same sentence.

Jess: My bad.

Missy: Stop talking, I'm trying to sleep.

Carole: Me too.

Anni: I hate this room.

Motel Room, midnight

Carly: Wow this chair is uncomfortable. *sigh* Where was that Gun-Ho magazine I had? I didn't get to finish reading about those midget strippers who made 9 mils out of tupperware. Or was it plexi-glass?

Carly walks over to bedside table, and grabs magazine. She turns out the light, and turns around.

Speed: *grabs Carly's hand*

Carly: *looks down* ...Uh...*looks around* Tim?

Speed: Don't leave.

Carly: ...I haven't gone anywhere.

Speed: *sigh* Please.

Carly: Alright, I'm right here. *sits on bed* You okay?

Speed: *opens eyes* I couldn't sleep.

Carly: At least you got some rest, right?

Speed: Yeah.

Carly: Um...Tim, you still have my hand.

Speed: *lets go* Uh, since I'm not exactly asleep anymore, did you want the bed?

Carly: *laughs* Well, if you're not tired.

Speed: *sits up* Be my guest. *stands*

Carly: *lays down* Thanks.

Speed: Yeah. Um, I'm going to go for a drive. I'll be back.

Carly: Okay.

Speed: *leaves*

TBC..............